Another Reality TV Show..

He comes home in the middle of the night, to his housemate watching another reality tv show. An obese woman is half naked, swimming in a pool of brown liquid, let’s hope chocolate.

“How can you watch this? This shit is sinful.”

Slowly, his housemate’s hand slips lower down his body until it burrows beneath his trousers, his pants.

“Look at them there, jeering and cheering, screaming “dance, monkey, dance!” And against all natural instinct, all morality left inside its monkey body, the monkey dances. He dances for the crowd, sheds his fur, his skin for them, shakes his cock in a crowded room as they jeer him on. They throw food and their own faeces at him, their words. The monkey must love it.”

Damn I’m horny!

“Then they throw a pole at him so he can dance some more. “Dance, monkey! Be sexy, monkey! You’re not being sexy enough!” He rubs his cock against the pole until he cums and the crowd just loves it. They’ve never been so damn loud, so damn proud to be alive! He jumps to them, proud of himself. They grab him, pull him in. Each one in turn. They fuck the monkey. They fuck the monkey till they cum. Not so proud anymore, monkey.

“Monkey fuckers. Fucking monkey fuckers.”

His housemate has finished, and fallen asleep in his chair. His hand is still buried.

With a sigh of resignation, he yanks at his own cock. Another monkey.